Incline your tiny minds to me
 It's time to kiss the candyman
 It's high time you were here instead of
 Fighting  I don't want to fight
 But if by chance the cold wind blows I've
 Got the drugs to keep it up
 Well I know which way the money goes
 Up and down the city road
 In and out we reap and sow
 Rewards I've lost and never known
 Which way the money goes

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 Candyman, candyman, candyman
 The candyman took it
 Candyman, candyman, candyman
 The money go round

 So up and down the city roads
 In and out we reap and sow
 The rewards I've lost and never known
 Which way the money grows

 Money grows on money trees
 Pay the price for liberties and then
 All we've lost is all we need
 To feed those wilting seedlings

 There's more than stones and sticks at stake
 If you pull a rope tight it will create
 A tension like a brick will break
 If thrown against the road

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 Now the air is stinking breath
 Like those who piss on thirsty men
 I'll raise my glass to all of them
 In come the assholes who can smell the money
 As they chase the blood and flesh as though they
 Only ever had enough to keep their withered spirits up

 There's more than stones and sticks at stake
 If you pull a rope tight it will create
 A tension like a brick will break
 If thrown against the road

 CHORUS